Wild beast war god

As they chatted, the battle fort gradually fell into silence.

Everyone drank wine gently. Sikong Tiancai's battle was indeed wonderful, but they gradually realized the horror and cruelty of the soul-stealing battlefield for them, and they thought about what happened to Miss Weng Ting.

All the message birds that were released have been destroyed by the spirit shadows in the battlefield.

Now I only know the direction of Miss Weng Ting. If I want to continue, I can only continue to release the message bird. However, releasing the message bird will also bring danger, and enemies may follow to kill...

What will happen even if we find Miss Weng Ting? Where are Dongba's other three geniuses?

They are probably not with the eldest lady either.

There are other members of the old man's family, how many are left alive?

Although everyone present was not as earth-shattering as A Xie in the past three days, they had all experienced a narrow escape from death.

Suddenly, someone asked in a low voice: "Do you think we still have a chance to come back alive?"

Everyone trembled slightly, the wind in the battle fort was a bit cold, and no one responded.

Finally, it was A Xie who said: "With Sikong Genius here, we will have hope. Don't think too much now. We will get through it day by day. Now we just wait for Sikong Genius to come out of seclusion."

Ah Xie is different from others. He follows Sikong Jing through battles and even kills Chen'er with his own hands. He has confidence in Sikong Jing.

After listening to his words, everyone regained a little confidence.

Their current backbone is Sikong Jing, who has defeated the female disciples of the Wu Nian Holy Sect.

In a blink of an eye, it gets dark...

There is also a difference between dawn and dusk in the soul-stealing battlefield, but the earth is dark at dawn, and you can't see your fingers at dusk.

Suddenly, Sikong Jing's voice came from the battle fort: "Release the message bird, and then we continue to set off."

Upon hearing this, more than a dozen people stood up.

By the light of the bonfire in the battle fort, they saw Sikong Jing slowly walking out.

Then they gathered around one by one, and Ah Xie asked somewhat unexpectedly: "Sikong Genius, are you leaving now?"

Now the entire soul-stealing battlefield is dark and terrifying, and there are endless spiritual shadows outside. Isn't it really too dangerous?

"It is best for us to set out through darkness."

"Your old man's family's martial arts and martial arts have the qualities of a ruthless killer, don't they?"

Sikong Jing looked at everyone and explained the reason for setting off now.

Everyone nodded slightly when they heard this. It was said that the ancestor of their family was a terrifying killer and was nicknamed "Old Man".

Later, Jinpen washed his hands and established the old man's family, which took root in Dongling City.

Sikong Jing knew this when he was treating Weng Yinke, and of course the killer would have the best advantage by sneaking in the dark. Then he said: "As for the spiritual shadow, leave it to me."

After hearing this, everyone looked at each other and thought of what Asie said, Sikong Tiancai could disperse thousands of spiritual shadows with a roar.

Finally, without hesitation, everyone received the order, clasped their fists, put on their hats, and got ready to set off.

At this moment, Axiang asked curiously: "Sikong Tiancai, has your injury healed?"

After hearing this, everyone in the old man's family looked at Sikong Jing, who smiled and said: "We are still far from being fully recovered, so we will move forward at night and rest during the day."

Although Sikong Jing is the master of all beasts, such a serious injury still cannot be sustained so quickly.

According to his own estimation, it should take ten days and a half to fully recover, but now as long as he does not encounter a disciple of the Wu Nian Holy Sect or Pei Fenyi, he has nothing to fear.

Just like that, everyone stopped talking nonsense, put out the bonfire and set off.

At this time, Sikong Jing also put on a bamboo hat, then held Axiang's hammer in his hand and said: "Axiang, you have to lend me your hammer for a while. I will see if there is any hammer in the battlefield. Take it away." I’ll return this one to you later.”

Of course Axiang has no problem with this.

As for why Sikong Jing continued to hold the hammer, of course he was preparing to do two things at once, continuing to understand the meridians of the Black Hell-Swallowing Sky Tiger while sneaking in the dark night, and continuing to construct the beast skill Black Hell-Swallowing Sky Hammer.

As long as there is a breakthrough, his injury will heal faster.

In the completely dark night, a dozen figures wearing bamboo hats stalked the terrifying world of the soul-stealing battlefield.

They followed the direction of the message bird and walked all the way...

But in just half an hour, the message bird in front was blown to pieces.

Just at this moment, someone whispered in the darkness: "A group of fools from the old man's family are acting in the dark and even releasing a message bird to attract attention. You are looking for death."

Hearing this, everyone in the old man's family trembled slightly and immediately looked at Sikong Jing.

Sikong Jing, who was practicing with a hammer, slowly opened his eyes and whispered: "There are dozens of people around, there are fifteen beings at the spiritual battle level, people from all kinds of forces... The leader should be Zhengling. Someone sent.”

Even in the darkness, Sikong Jing could still judge the surrounding situation immediately.

Because of Sikong Jing's terrifying sense of smell, he released his scent because the other party was preparing to kill more than a dozen members of the old man's family.

Therefore, Sikong Jing said in a low voice: "I have learned some of your skills through the Weng family leader, and I happen to know the skills of some killers. In the coming days, I will give each of you some suggestions..."

"As for now, show me all your power and kill all the enemies in the darkness."

"Just go ahead and do it, I'm here!"

After hearing Sikong Jing's words, more than a dozen members of the old man's family looked at each other, and then gave orders in a low voice.

A fight suddenly broke out in the darkness. Of course, a dozen people from the old man's family were no match for dozens of people, but with Sikong Jing as their backing, they rushed out without hesitation.

After another half an hour, only the smell of blood was left around, and all the enemies had been killed.

Except for a few minor injuries, the people on the old man's family had basically no serious problems, because whenever there was danger, Sikong Jing would appear around them like a shadow and save them.

"Keep going, there's no need to release the messagebirds yet."

"As for my suggestions for you, when I take a break tomorrow morning, I will sort out some things for your reference in practice."

Following Sikong Jing's words, everyone collected the treasures of the surrounding enemies and continued to move in the direction of the Information Bird just now.

In the blink of an eye, it was dawn, and they found a secluded place to rest...

After that, Sikong Jing spent an hour explaining and analyzing to them, and even incorporated the skills of shadow-moon rats and other monster beasts with killer attributes into the old man's family's martial arts...

After explaining and telling them to practice well, Sikong Jing continued to retreat to heal his injuries.

Half a month later, it's still dark...

A team of dozens of people, like ghosts, constantly shuttled through the soul-stealing battlefield that looked like a broken earth. They all wore bamboo hats on their heads, and they were still members of the old man's family.

The leader among them was Sikong Jing, who held a heavy hammer.

After half a month, they found many people from the old man's family. Now there are more than 60 people in this team, and they also have a lot of treasures from various forces in their hands.

Along the way, everyone has at least a dozen enemy lives in their hands.